Who: Rotti Largo, open Where/When: Outside the dorms, early afternoon Rating: TBD Status: Unfinished
Rotti was glad he'd changed just before getting off the plane. It'd been a long ride, and an even longer ride to this small town USA, his clothes were starting to wrinkle again and he wasn't feeling entirely fresh. He took a nice deep breath as his driver unloaded his things. He wondered if it would all fit in his dorm room. Probably not. He'd need to rent out an apartment just to keep his suits in.
He had promised his father he'd stick it out in the dorms though. Perseverance. That was the Largo way. His father wanted to make sure he was the right heir to his company, and Rotti knew he was, no matter what his father's ridiculous demands were.
When Rotti told his father he wanted to finish school in America he had come to him with a handful of acceptance letters, Harvard, Yale, Brown, University of Chicago, all of which had been out right rejected. His father telling him that if he wanted to go to school in America he'd pick the place.
This was either a cruel joke or a very clever test. Either way his English was impeccable (at least that's what his tutor told him) and he knew that as long as he could steal away to New York or somewhere else glamorous every once in a while he could make it through the next two years.
He looked back at his driver who seemed to be struggling. Everyone struggled a little in life, didn't they?